– You need to be running at least MacOS version 10.13.2 to be able to install Xcode from the App Store

– If the chipset is set to ICH9, after rebooting the VM gets stuck on a text screen (boot-args = usb=0x800 ….)

– Installing the 10.13.4 update from the App Store does not work. After the installation completes, the version still remains 10.13.1

– *I prefer to download the update to my host, then use an ISO creation app such as cdrtfe to create a data ISO disk. Insert the ISO into the CDROM drive attached to the VM and run the update from there.

– md5sum of the boot ISO macOS_High_Sierra_10_13_1_Official.iso I used for the installation is 2ba1e2160b69a9bd080646664c8edc12 though other versions out there should probably work as well.

– “About This Mac” shows the following details: macOS High Sierra Version 10.13.4, Serial Number 0, Graphics Display 3 MB.

Let me tell you about Beethoven Akinjiwonuola III (it’s alright if you can’t pronounce his name properly; I can’t either).

Yes, his mother named him after the famous composer.
But unfortunately he held the violin’s bow the way he held his fork.
And he couldn’t tell a music note from a Greek letter.
His music teachers gave up in despair and one said even the Sphinx can’t solve the riddle of how it was possible to be so utterly lacking in talent.
In other words Beethoven couldn’t do music if his life depended on it.
That of course was the source of much angst From friends and foes alike. No wonder of course, with a name like Beethoven.

But there was one thing Beethoven liked doing – that was running.
Unfortunately his other issue had made him much too shy, so no one ever knew about his true gift.
Beethoven grew up more or less in obscurity.
You could always find him near the curtains at parties.
Or pretending to be furniture.
Or at the refreshment table debating whether a piece of bread or a croissant is the way to go.
Because he never did learn how to make small talk, all the girls with no exception found him curious but no fun at all. As one put it “disturbing and nice” (but nice never a boyfriend made.)

Nevertheless Beethoven knew how to run.
He ran past the rectory which caused the priest to think the second coming was at hand.
Leading to several sermons on how the congregation ought to be ready because no one he said, can outrun the coming apocalypse.

He ran past the bakery.
The wind rushed through the oven
The fire burnt so hot it turned all that day’s bread to ashes.
And for the first time since old Mr. Peterson (the war hero) could recall, there was not a loaf of fresh bread in all the town.

He ran across the river.
And all that witnessed it said the river was parted for a minute.
With fishes flapping on dry ground.
Just like the Red Sea in Moses days.

He ran past the court house.
And blew away all the papers.
The clerk said there were no copies
The accused was teetering at heaven’s door anyway.
So the judge set him free for lack of evidence.

He ran through the cornfield.
All the ears of corn fell off their stalks, peeled themselves, and the grains jumped off the cobs and piled up at one end of the field.
The farmers woke up to the miracle of the harvest.

He ran and he ran and he ran, and he ran and he ran into the past.
No he didn’t grow younger like Benjamin Button.
But he ran so fast and so far that his grown self met his preteen self.
So he told his young self what he ought to do and what he ought not to do.

One would have thought that was the end of it. But no, he didn’t stop running. He ran, and he ran, and he ran all the way to that first day when there was no day and no night and the earth was just a chunk of darkness spinning in the nothingness. Then he ran some more.

No one truly knows what became of Beethoven Akinjiwonuola III. (It’s alright if you can’t pronounce his name properly; I can’t either). But it seems very likely that he just ran out of time.